Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.